skywritings

Friday, 17 August 2018

I'm finally bidding a fond farewell to these much loved trainers, in
which I've been running for the past seven years. They are now
exhausted, heels split and peeling away - but hey they have carried me
over a lot of ground in all weathers.

A conservative estimate of
distance traveled in these shoes since the summer of 2011 is completely
astonishing to me: it works out at 3,500 miles plus.

In other words,
traveling in a straight line from London, in that time these shoes would
have taken me to (for example) the Democratic Republic of Congo, or
South Sudan, or Ethiopia; to SE Iran, or Afghanistan, or central
Kazakhstan, or to the banks of the Ob River in Novosibirsk, Siberia; as
the crow flies, dammit, these shoes have been as far as New Jersey.

skywritings

A collection of texts and images about contemporary art, performance, film, writing, music, people, politics, places, animals, collaborations, encounters, walking, the weather, the sea, Sicily etc. Traces of recurrent fascinations and obsessions, as well as occasional detours and dead ends. A partial register of the present's unfolding, of some of the shapes it has taken in the past and perhaps it could take in the future ...